| Mar. 2nd, 2009 @ 10:38 am I'd Like A Large Heart, Covered And Smothered |
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The Denny’s Not Taken
TWO Denny’s stood astride our town,
and being just one vanload full
of teenage still-drunk-in-the-morningers,
(like a piñata, if its candy smelled of vomit,
hunger, vodka, and hope)
we could not got to both—
I mean both Denny’s.
The north-side Denny’s was a cave,
as green as moss and smoggy
from the fireflies that danced
upon the haze
above the bacon.
There was a metaphysical dimness in the bathroom,
like there’d been a murder.
On every plate was another buttered corpse,
and then, there was always a tuft of parsley,
like an apology made out of plastic.
The south-side Denny’s was the same,
but we were more used to it.
There, in the waiting room & kitchen of life,
a 42-year-old grandmother
would set a plate of sausage links
between me, and a girl glowing goldenly.
But, because love was then a distant chimera
to my wounded teenage heart,
it all just felt like waiting
with syrup and butter
and dreams of removing my underwear.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two Denny’s stood astride our town,
and we, we chose the one we knew we liked.
…
I forget what happened
Nicholas Moore |
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